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Monday, August 24, 2009

The Mountain

Can you see her? Rising there above all she beholds, while gentle clouds around her face enfold.
Her feet of stone bear deep within Earth. To mighty rivers and forests, she doth give birth.
Her shoulders bore the white of snow, and she would not love for she was cold.
Yet we loved her with all our hearts and in our folly, we tore her apart.
 
She bore the weight of a million years never failing to bring our fears;
and yet we claimed her and her mighty face, we said ‘twas for the better, and for our race.
For us she gave birth to Silver and Gold, to Iron and Steel, to Wood and Stone.
We ripped them from Her loving womb, and left it barren as a tomb.

With the metal, we created pain, and waged warfare in the name of gain.
The wood we burned to power machines; taking things that were not ours to claim.
We melted both Silver and Gold to gain us power and wealth untold.
We took it all and left her none; and then she died for what we had done.

Therefore, we stood in jagged skies claiming strength from the one who dies;
but this lesson I learned all too well: we took heaven and made it not unlike hell.
Razed the giant, the sleeping Queen, we broke her bones and made her scream.
Now she is dying can you not hear? This wondrous beauty who stood a million years.

The time will come when we will pay, our sins will visit us in a single day.
We will suffer this I fear, payment for our sins is drawing near…
She will take us and let us die! Perishing, all, in a raining fire from on high.
With a thundering sound, an echoing boom, a crack of lightning spelling doom.


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